Apothecary Diaries Fanfic Novels & Stories

“He fucked me hard today. He said I belong to him. I cried after but I took the money home. Maya must never know this life.” I pushed one finger inside myself, then two. A soft moan came from my mouth. The pleasure felt wrong but I could not stop. I imagined Mr Havisham doing the same things to Sarah that he does to me. My fingers moved faster. The diary shook in my other hand. Another page said, “He is poisoning me. I feel weak. If I die tell Maya to run far away from him. I love her so much.”

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

He lit the candle he was holding with a small flame from one of the lamps outside, and he began to look through the stacks and shelves of scrolls and records. As Derek walked through the apothecary's door, a strong aroma of herbs and spices engulfed him. The air was thick with the fragrance of lavender, thyme, and rosemary, mixed with the sharp, acrid scent of vinegar and alcohol. The room was dimly lit, with candles placed around the shelves of potions and jars. A small fire burned in a hearth at the far end of the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Third Person’s POV: Theodore opened the safe which were hidden under his room. And he really found some diaries as Ethia said. He knew his mother's hand writing. So dusting off the old diaries, he started reading one by one. He wanted to know the truth. I am married to Alpha Therox. He is my mate. My father is happy as I got a powerful alpha as my mate. ……………………………………………………………………. I asked Therox if he believed in love. But he just said there's nothing called love. I am upset but I don't know why.

Axel rarely came here. He tore through drawers and cabinets until finally, in her bedside table, he found over a dozen old notebooks. All of them were his used account ledgers or meeting records. Axel's hands trembled. He refused to believe someone could have a change of heart without leaving a trace. If she had stopped loving him—if she had betrayed him—surely, her diary entries would show it! He flipped through them frantically. [Year Five. He had a stomachache today. I made him soup. He didn't want to drink it, but I coaxed him until he finished it. I wish he didn't have to be the Alpha. He works too hard.]

“What is this about, Spencer?” “Your father had written the cure in his private diary. I’d had that diary for years and hoping to give it to your mother. Last month I was going to send it to Alicia when I went through it out of curiosity. And there, I found it.” Like tidal waves, bliss rushed into Anthony and imploded, drawing to a pinnacle. But Anthony with his pride and feeble disbelief, remained in his resolve and appeared all but blank and mindless. “What’s the cure?”

Anna pov I leaned back in my chair, twirling my pen between my fingers, trying not to stare… but let’s be honest, I was failing miserably. Professor Jeff was at the board, writing notes with his sleeves rolled up. The tiny flex of his arm as he moved, the way his tie brushed against his chest… my stomach flipped with every little movement. I couldn’t help the quickening of my pulse, the little shiver running down my spine. God… he’s ridiculously… perfect. And just thinking about him… I bit my lip, feeling a heat rush through me. I wish he could take me now…

his attention flickered from Jessie to my side. Then he walked to my side and had his hands stuck to his waist with an amusing grin. “You look beautiful, Rain. And what’s that gorgeous cover beside you about?” Before I could react to him, he grabbed the diary I had picked from Pete’s room. He flipped through the page and had his brows creased. “You’re studying herbs and poison?” He scoffed as his eyes flickered to my side then back to the book. “Hmm… this looks intriguing,” he took some steps backward and leaned against the couch behind him.

"We’ll keep him secured." I was already running. The apothecary was tucked between a pawn shop and a tattoo parlor. It was a cramped, dimly lit space that smelled heavily of dried sage, sulfur, and old parchment. Floor-to-ceiling wooden shelves were packed with amber glass jars, hand-labeled tins, and ceramic crocks containing rare roots and preserved organs. Bundles of herbs hung from the rafters, and a thick coating of dust covered everything except for a heavy brass scale on the marble counter.

I went back to my bed and crashed on it very exhausted. I have 5 more days to enjoy this before I go back to work. I started falling asleep when I heard him enter the room. He came beside me and then got into the sheets with Mr. He pulled me closer to himself and kissed my neck I smiled. I wish everyday could be like this with him, but unfortunately I can't, cuz I'm Sebastian Greenwood. And I can't fall in love with a man